Act II, Scene 2
The court of Macbeth’s castle.
- Enter Lady Macbeth.
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- That which hath made them drunk hath made me bold;
- What hath quench’d them hath given me fire. Hark! Peace!
- It was the owl that shriek’d, the fatal bellman,
- Which gives the stern’st good-night. He is about it:
- The doors are open; and the surfeited grooms
- Do mock their charge with snores. I have drugg’d their possets,
- That death and nature do contend about them,
- Whether they live or die.
- Who’s there? What ho?
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- Alack, I am afraid they have awak’d,
- And ’tis not done; th’ attempt, and not the deed,
- Confounds us. Hark! I laid their daggers ready,
- He could not miss ’em. Had he not resembled
- My father as he slept, I had done’t.
- Enter Macbeth.
- My husband!
- I have done the deed. Didst thou not hear a noise?
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- I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.
- Did not you speak?
- As I descended?
- Hark! Who lies i’ th’ second chamber?
- This is a sorry sight.
- Looking on his hands.
- A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.
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- There’s one did laugh in ’s sleep, and one cried, “Murder!”
- That they did wake each other. I stood and heard them;
- But they did say their prayers, and address’d them
- Again to sleep.
- There are two lodg’d together.
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- One cried, “God bless us!” and “Amen!” the other,
- As they had seen me with these hangman’s hands.
- List’ning their fear, I could not say “Amen,”
- When they did say “God bless us!”
- Consider it not so deeply.
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- But wherefore could not I pronounce “Amen”?
- I had most need of blessing, and “Amen”
- Stuck in my throat.
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- These deeds must not be thought
- After these ways; so, it will make us mad.
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- Methought I heard a voice cry, “Sleep no more!
- Macbeth does murder sleep”—the innocent sleep,
- Sleep that knits up the ravell’d sleave of care,
- The death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath,
- Balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course,
- Chief nourisher in life’s feast.
- What do you mean?
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- Still it cried, “Sleep no more!” to all the house;
- “Glamis hath murder’d sleep, and therefore Cawdor
- Shall sleep no more—Macbeth shall sleep no more.”
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- Who was it that thus cried? Why, worthy thane,
- You do unbend your noble strength, to think
- So brain-sickly of things. Go get some water,
- And wash this filthy witness from your hand.
- Why did you bring these daggers from the place?
- They must lie there. Go carry them, and smear
- The sleepy grooms with blood.
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- I’ll go no more.
- I am afraid to think what I have done;
- Look on’t again I dare not.
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- Infirm of purpose!
- Give me the daggers. The sleeping and the dead
- Are but as pictures; ’tis the eye of childhood
- That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,
- I’ll gild the faces of the grooms withal,
- For it must seem their guilt.
- Knock within.
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- Whence is that knocking?
- How is’t with me, when every noise appalls me?
- What hands are here? Hah! They pluck out mine eyes.
- Will all great Neptune’s ocean wash this blood
- Clean from my hand? No; this my hand will rather
- The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
- Making the green one red.
- Enter Lady Macbeth.
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- My hands are of your color; but I shame
- To wear a heart so white.
- I hear a knocking
- At the south entry. Retire we to our chamber.
- A little water clears us of this deed;
- How easy is it then! Your constancy
- Hath left you unattended.
- Hark, more knocking.
- Get on your night-gown, lest occasion call us
- And show us to be watchers. Be not lost
- So poorly in your thoughts.
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- To know my deed, ’twere best not know myself.
- Wake Duncan with thy knocking! I would thou couldst!